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Do not walk ahead of me I will not follow Do not walk behind me I refuse to lead But walk beside me and be my friend and, perhaps, something more may come of our journey.   – Chris George  January 1981  

burning hard and fast charcoaled remains purposely skewered upon the cross through my entrails so all may see the blood delivered   I hang on the point musing the world which passes beneath me as my life drops cold and red into a draining sea   the tide rolls out decayed dreams dead the cross…

Its an end to our graveyard romance – or – (I always knew there would be a larger part of me that would never want to leave this playful deathbed)  I was in the front seat feeling my dreams die, fading into the cold grey mist that had settled on my life. with my ripened…

Let’s make that promise to go hand-in-hand down this road   roads that lead into horizons dirt, loose gravel laying the way straight into unknowns before us and we are running (at times, bent over with laughter) anxious to move along our path kicking at the stones to make a mark   deep breaths of…

I know unconditional love I feel the desire of belonging, the happiness that I am here   I know my reason for being I see it in my wife’s gaze and in two energetic boys   who want nothing but to please   as I do   – Chris George  2005

We built our love on rock friendship as the foundation honesty, the mortar; and each and every day we lay one of life’s bricks completing our loving home.   Our joys and pleasures, our trials and hardships find shape in its facade; our caring and yearnings, our encounters and sharing find expression in its rooms….

He said, “This is my new flame” to which I exclaimed, “This is my forest fire.” For is it not evident that we are star-crossed lovers lighting paths for unfolded tomorrows; hurling balls of fire, emblazing a cold, dark space. We have found happiness in each other’s arms; strength in each other’s presence, It’s an…

You’ve got me all wound up like a toy soldier who has a war to go to on the other side of the room my legs are kicking out in tune to the mechanical “click” of my heartbeat and I’m yelling a string of profanities to my general as I continue to fight the lounge…

by the sound of the trumpet I find myself dashing off again lost in the bloody field of romance but with one difference   this battle is being fought at noon and the maiden that awaits my return does so in a lighted chamber where the candles illuminate from her locks a welcoming sunshine that…

As a wave that rolls silently heightening rhythmically then swelling with a fury to fly and crash upon the rocky shoreline that awaits it, I’ve been completed when we come together when we are one.   – Chris George  June 1980      

I don’t ever remember auditioning but I cross the stage and lights fade to dim the audience hushes to catch this melodrama and I feel all eyes are staring through my performance   I bring out the jokers, the fools the bastard, the bitch they strut, scream crawl beg and eventually cry forgiveness   and…

Somewhere in the grinds that have settled at the bottom of my cup is the answer as to how I’m to say “I lust you” And, as I savour that last sweet drop of my morning java it comes to me that neither of us enjoys bitter grinds   So in an off-handed way, as…

I have been deluged by the ceaseless stormwaters stripped of all strength, raped of any sense of value and then you enter from the rain, heralded by the thunderclaps and you stand before me as a beacon, and perhaps my refuge   Please take me in to your shelter, allow my senses to crystalize rebuild to some…

You’ve asked that question again, and then dropped your head, posing so purposefully in thought and I stare blankly at your hair, hanging in suspension like us, hung, in some past memory of ours or perhaps in a future dream   I see your life before me (and I search for me in the picture)…

the flag hung motionless lines of red and white ran together as pastoral blood dropped onto snow blood of ages; darkening just fallen flakes and then a slight breeze unravels a wave of colour and revealed that weathered, bleeding mapleleaf   – Chris George 1982

Rise early  Do as much as you can, to the best of your ability  Be present in each moment, with each encounter  Stay positive in thought and deed Be grateful and count your blessings  Share memories with the ones you love Sleep well etched in your consciousness, a resolution for a good life   –…

Like the ancient mariner, I hack at the neck of the albatross I must be free. It’s all I can do to imagine its head stuck at the end of my stick held high above my head – with its swollen tongue protruding out its beak, its bulging eyes glaring straight ahead, piercing through me….

I heard a cry in the middle of the night like it has come across a decade accusatory and pain-filled leaving me chilled and wet   who has wanted to make this point? who other than my own conscious? I have too many memories suppressed and some long forgotten with my focus on the here…

I have sat through this scene before Witness to my past and forever future I didn’t move then – and am not about to now I simply lack the will to change   I need to find my balance — and then set it off kilter   At the core of every scene has been…